"Nifex?"
"Wait… did I already chop that guy down once?"
Orson stood there blankly for a moment, then instinctively tried to check this man's stats.
"No response?"
His brow furrowed. The familiar interface failed to appear.
It was the first time this had ever happened. Even if someone possessed relics or divine items that masked their full attributes, the most basic things—name and title—would still show.
Suddenly, a spark of realization hit.
Nifex. That was Ignis's old name.
Which meant… the man standing before him was—
Divine-Winged Blood Phoenix.
Ignis's father. The husband of that hot-headed phoenix matriarch.
Orson's heart skipped a beat.
He remembered how the phoenix had once spoken of being forever separated from her mate.
She'd even crafted a divine wine—Phoenix's Lament—and entrusted Orson to pour it out in mourning for the Divine-Winged Blood Phoenix.
"So… another corpse?"